"Nan Qiao Company is very popular, and they have released another hit drama. Their actors are all very well chosen. Old Yao, you are really being suppressed by them this time."
Yao Zhangmu chuckled: "It's just a temporary success, but it doesn't matter. Our Yunyun's movie will compete with Zhou Tao's movie during the Christmas season. You guys just wait and see."
He is very confident this time. After all, Yao Qiwen's black spot is real. She abandoned her son and played two women at the same time. If her dark history is dug up and hyped up, the movie will not be able to be released.
What does temporary glory matter
The most important thing is to walk for a long time.
Everyone agreed: "I heard that Yunyun's movie is of good quality this time."
"Yeah, it's good."
"Zhou Tao and his team's film is just a low-budget suspense film. It's definitely not as good as Yunyun's film."
Yao Zhangmu curled his lips and smiled, then walked up to Wen Qiao holding a glass of champagne.
Although he was madly slandering his company's artists behind their backs, in the industry, acting was the most important thing, so President Yao still pretended to smile and said, "President Wen, congratulations."
Wen Qiao smiled perfunctorily: "Thank you, President Yao, Zheng Yunyun's acting was also very good."
It's just a show, who doesn't know how to do it
"Mr. Wen, are you interested in cooperating with me? I have a few good books on hand."
Wen Qiao became more perfunctory: "Let's talk about it when we have a chance."
Yao Zhangmu is ambitious, plays big, and has dirty hands, otherwise Xu Lu would not have gone to jail.
How could Wen Qiao be so stupid as to cooperate with such a person
There was a sinister light in Yao Zhangmu's eyes. This woman is so ungrateful.
“Hopefully we’ll have that opportunity.”
Wen Qiao had a cold attitude. Yao Zhangmu chatted with him for a few sentences, but couldn't continue the conversation and left in anger.
Wen Qiao turned around and bumped into He Xihuai.
When she saw He Xihuai again, she felt a little weird. She didn't want to bother with him any more, so she nodded and was about to leave.
He Xihuai stopped her and said, "It's getting late. I'll take you home."
Wen Qiao: …
Huh? Who are you, sir? Do you think you can take me back? Why is this person talking to himself
"No need, I have a driver and bodyguards, so I won't bother you, Mr. He."
He Xihuai took a sip of champagne: "Are you worried that your boyfriend will be angry?"
"So what?"
"I need to talk to you about something. After you received my blood, didn't you feel something strange happening to your body?"
Wen Qiao's eyes were slightly stern: "Then Mr. He, let's go."
Wen Qiao and Si Yu got into He Xihuai's car together.
As soon as their car left, Fu Nanli's car stopped in front of the hotel.
He looked around the venue for Wen Qiao's figure. Lu Youyou hurried forward and said, "Qiao Qiao has left, Mr. Fu."
"Leaving? Did you leave on your own?" The dinner wasn't over yet, so why did she leave early
Lu Youyou hesitated and didn't dare to say anything, for fear that Young Master Fu would be angry.
"Who did you leave with?" Fu Nanli asked again in a cold voice.
Lu Youyou could only confess: "I left with... with He Xihuai."
Fu Nanli's face darkened and he turned and left.
At night, Wen Qiao and He Xihuai sat side by side in a speeding car.
He Xihuai spoke slowly: "Is it true that sometimes you can't control your emotions?"
The flickering light shone on the side of his face, and his expression seemed to be smiling, which made people shudder in the dead of night.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Wen Qiao asked calmly.
He Xihuai smiled softly: "Tell you what? Do I have this obligation? If I were your father, would I have to tell you everything?"
(End of this chapter)